Nba young boy type beat something good Bought u a new watch jus so I can spend some time witcha You on my mind u tryna I’m tryna slide witcha You on yo grind I’m on my grind shit I’ma grind I fwu u keep it realer then my niggas You gone make me pull over to the side pull over to the side U keep touching me like dat u gone make me pull over to the side U keep looking at me like that u gone make me pull over to the side Verse 1 U gone make me park this whip/fuk it we can park right here/baby we can finish when we get home but fuk it we can start right here/the way u touching on me I can’t wait/the way u kissing on me I can’t thank/fuk u till u get the shakes/her head so good make me hit my brakes/and my niggas keep telling me don’t fall in love I wish I could/Andi go and get that bag even tho she bad I make her feel good/even when she mad I can make her smile/fukin on u it might take a while/She fuk witta cuz I ain’t a clown/no Chris brown I’ma take her down/baby u a soldier I say baby u soldier/and if u ever feeling weak then u can come cry on my shoulder/Baby u a soldier baby u a soldier/hold up baby u must be a cop cuz u gone make me pull over/ Verse 2